Из альбома: The Second Hand Stopped
So desperate and time consuming is this filthy habit
Wherefore every word left unsaid lies
A thousand empty thoughts
Racing through my head
We are just silver screen lovers
This isn't real
And this is where it leads me,
going down the same sad road, with the same sad end
Where it's always 4am
And i still can't sleep
The wolves wait for me patiently
All my hopes and dreams, couldn't bring you back to me
But youre not foolin' anyone when you said you've changed
The wolves wait for me so patiently Infected and ailing
Take these maggots from my rotting flesh and rid me of this disease
Where all my hopes and dreams still couldn't bring you back to me
But you're not fooling anyone when you say you changed